Justin Somper S Short Story Vampirates Dead Deep

VAMPIRATES
DEAD DEEP

JUSTIN SOMPER
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Vampirates Dead Deep
Copyright Justin Somper 2007

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CONTENTS

Chapter One: Shore Leave 4

Chapter Two: The Contest 17

Chapter Three: Brawl 35

Chapter Four: The Lorelei 54

Chapter Five: Night Swimming 74

Chapter Six: Fishtails 92

Chapter Seven: Rift 109

Chapter Eight: The Shark 118

Chapter Nine: Hell Bay 123

Chapter Ten: In Deep 134

Chapter Eleven: End Of 157

Chapter Twelve: Surfacing 166
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CHAPTER ONE
Shore Leave
Forty-eight hours! said Bart, with a grin.
Two whole days and two whole nights! beamed Jez.
Together, the young pirates cried, Shore leave! before high-fiving each other,
low-fiving each other and whooping.
Their friend, Connor Tempest, shook his head with a grin. At fourteen years old,
he was one of the youngest pirates on board their ship, The Diablo but that didnt
stop his friends wanting to lead him astray at every opportunity. He knew how
excited they were to have shore leave, in spite of being dedicated members of
Molucco Wrathes crew. Theres only one thing better than being a pirate on a
pirate ship, Jez had declared as theyd sailed away from The Diablo a few hours
earlier, and thats being a pirate on shore leave with time on his hands and gold in
his purse!
Neither Jez nor Bart had stopped grinning since theyd set off from The Diablo in
the small boat. Now, Connor calmly steered them into a cove crowded with ships,
while Bart and Jez jumped up and down like excited kids, causing their craft to
rock dangerously.
So, Connor called across to them, is this the place?
This is it! Bart said, Calle del Marinero . . . the strip of sin!
Erm, thats not exactly a literal translation, Jez said.
Quite so, Mister Stukeley, quite so, said Bart, clearing his throat. A literal
translation would be ... the Street of Sailors.
Connor looked up at the steep and inhospitable ridge beyond the mass of ships.
Daylight was fading fast and the land was looking darker and more forbidding by
the minute.
Where exactly is the street? asked Connor. Right now, all I can see is a rocky
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outcrop. I thought you said this place was crowded with bars and taverns and stuff.
How long a walk is it going to be when we get on land?
Are you blind, Mister Tempest? said Jez. Look around you!
Were not going on land, said Bart. This is Calle del Marinero right here. Its a
floating city!
As he manoeuvred their small boat through the mass of ships towering above
them, Connor looked more closely at the other vessels. They were crowded with
people and strung with lights. Music was blasting out a deafening cocktail of
rock, folk and thrash-shanty. He felt a charge of excitement. The boats themselves
were the taverns!
Ahead was a regal junk, each of its red sails bearing the silhouette of a bird in
various stages of flight. As they sailed nearer, Connor read the name on the side of
the ship The Bloody Parrot.
Ah, said Jez, with awe, The Bloody Parrot! I heard that its crew sailed in one
night for a look-see and never left!
Well have a drink there later, said Bart.
Well have a drink on every ship later! said Jez.
Connor shook his head. He could see how this shore leave was going to shape
up. Who knew what state Jez and Bart would be in by nightfall on Sunday? That
was when The Diablo was due to pick them up from Calle del Marinero.
Aw, dont look so worried, Jez said, ruffling Connors hair.
No, no, Mister Tempest, added Bart, we shall take good care of you! He
climbed up onto the side of the boat. After all, we are are we not? the Three
Buccaneers?
Connor nodded. A fellow pirate, Cutlass Cate, had come up with that nickname
and it had stuck.
One for all ... cried Bart, his voice booming over the music drifting down
from The Bloody Parrot. From its top deck, curious revellers paused to look for a
moment at the pirates small bark.
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And all for one! cried Connor and Jez.
At last, Connor spied a mooring slip and eased the boat expertly up to the
wooden pier.
Nicely done! cried Bart, jumping down onto the wooden gangway and making
light work of the requisite knots.
Jez dragged Connor off the boat and onto the pier. Dont dawdle! We only
have forty-eight hours!
Connor found himself propelled along the jetty. It soon joined up with others,
forming a boardwalk grid. Jez and Bart strode purposefully forth but Connor was
slower, his eyes racing to take it all in. In every direction, the floating
taverns competed for his attention The Saucy Sailor, Poseidons, The Cannon and
Cutlass...
One small boat was even a floating tattoo parlour. Connor paused for a moment
to watch the tattooist in action. He had always wanted a tattoo. At the boats
entrance was a series of flags, displaying the various designs. Wouldnt it be cool if
the Three Buccaneers got matching tattoos? He saw an image of three cutlasses.
Now, that would be perfect!
Hey! he called after Bart and Jez, but they were already disappearing into the
thronging crowd.
Hey yourself! called a young girl just ahead of him, her ruby ringlets bobbing
in the breeze.
She turned and Connor saw that she was actually an old girl a very old girl. Her
ringlets were an ill-fitting wig, her face was thickly caked in powder and her false
eyelashes were as long and thick as a tarantulas legs.
Im Rose, she said, smiling at him and revealing an insufficient allocation of
teeth. Wild Rose, they call me. Wanna know why?
No time! cried Jez, running to Connors rescue. No time at all! Now, come
on, Mister Tempest. We must stick together! Connor gratefully allowed himself to
be dragged along the boardwalk.
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That was a close call, laughed Jez. Better take care, young Tempest. Theres
all kinds of danger in Calle del Marinero!
Hey guys, whaddya think about this? Bart was up ahead, standing by the
gangway to a beautiful old junk. Connor saw its name painted on the side of the
boat in silvery script: The Dirty Dolphin.
Bart was pointing to a painted sign...
Arm-wrestling contest tonight. Commences 7:00 pm sharp! Last man at the table wins free beer
and yabbies!
Yabbies! said Connor. Yum! Count me in! Remind me, said Jez, what are
yabbies? In or out-and-move-it-along, lads? roared a bouncer at
the foot of the gangway. In! exclaimed Bart, striding up the gangway. In!
chorused Connor and Jez, following close behind. Connors pulse was racing.
One thing was for sure the
Three Buccaneers were in for an adventure or two before their shore leave was up!

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CHAPTER TWO
The Contest
The deck of The Dirty Dolphin was only dimly lit. Connors eyes took some time to
adjust to the gloom.
Where do we sign up for the contest? he heard Bart say.
Bart and Jez were talking to the barman a thickset guy in a singlet. An inky
school of dolphins swam down each of his arms. Even the barmans fingers were
tattooed, just below the knuckles. D-O-L-P-H. Connor decided it must be the
barmans name.
Youre a little late, said Dolph. Contests been going an hour already.
But weve only just got here! said Bart.
The barman threw him a grin. Well, hey, if wed known you were coming,
buddy, wed have waited. He smirked. Dont stress it. You can still enter. No
need to sign up. Just throw a dollar in the pot and get in line. I reckon Kals about
ready for some fresh competition. Seen off just about everyone else tonight.
Kal? said Bart. Whos he?
Dont ask, dont tell, said the barman. Thats the way we do things around
here. Dont get a lot of regulars. People breeze in and out on the tide.
Bart threw three dollars in the pot. Then he turned back to Dolph. Looks like
Kals luck is about to change. Us three pirates aint going home with empty bellies
tonight!
Yeah, right, said Dolph. Contest is in the back bar. Just go through those
doors there.
Thanks, said Bart. You might want to put some yabbies on to heat.
Dolph fixed him with a smile. They heat up quick enough, he said.
Bart led the way through the saloon-bar doors. Beyond was a smaller, gloomier
bar, though not so dark you couldnt make out the faces of the other customers as
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they turned to check out the three newcomers. Connor could read the looks they
were getting. They said, Think youve got a chance, boys? Well, think again!
In the centre of the room was a small wooden table. Before it was an empty
chair. Behind it was Kal. His face was bowed so that all that was visible was his
hair. It was neatly cropped and bright blue. Suddenly, Kal looked up at the three
newcomers, stopping them dead in their tracks.
Youre a girl! exclaimed Bart.
No flies on you, mate, said Kal. The other customers roared with laughter and
drummed their feet in approval. Friends call me Kally, she said, her eyes
sparkling as blue as her hair.
What kind of trick is this? Connor wondered. Kally was wearing a singlet, which
revealed strong shoulders and muscled arms. But, really, there was no way she
could challenge them in strength ... was there? Could it really be true that shed
already seen off every other challenger in The Dirty Dolphin? There was only one
way to find out.
So boys ... Kally was suddenly all business. Whos first?
Thatll be me, said Jez, stepping forward. Connor gave Jez a squeeze on the
shoulder. Good luck! he said. Jez winked and sat down.
Kally set her elbow on the table and reached out her arm. Jez did the same. Their
hands met.
Ready, fella?
She didnt talk like any girl Connor had met before. He was warming to her. And
he could see Bart was also watching her intently.
Im ready, Jez said.
It was over even before it had started. Kally powered Jezs arm down onto the
table without flinching.
There were snorts of derision from the lowlifes gathered in the bar. Thought
wed get a proper match that time, moaned one old fart, before hiccupping loudly
and falling onto the floor.
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Nice try, mate, said Kally, smiling sweetly as Jez got up from the table, dazed.
Whos next? she asked.
Me, said Bart, sitting down opposite her. He towered over Kally but that only
seemed to amuse rather than intimidate her.
Brought in the big guns, eh?
Bart said nothing, simply resting his elbow on the table and tensing his bicep.
It was no contest. Straight away, Bart had Kallys arm almost horizontal on the
table. Connor grinned. All his buddy had to do now was press Kallys flesh into the
wooden table.
But that proved easier said than done. Although she was just millimetres away
from defeat, Kallys hand held steady. Her face gave nothing away either. There
was no sign of effort there at all.
Suddenly, Barts arm began to move. In the opposite direction!
This cant be happening, thought Connor. Kallys staging a comeback!
Bart held firm but the strain was easy to read in his face. A few seconds later,
Kally powered Barts arm down onto the table.
Bart pushed back his chair, stunned. Youre strong, man! he said.
Thanks, man! said Kally, with a wink.
As Bart stepped back from the chair to rejoin the others, Dolph appeared with a
tray full of drinks. He gave Kally a smile. Looks like youre making short work of
these pirates.
Pirates, eh? she said, intrigued. She turned to Connor as he stepped forward to
take his turn. Arent you a little young to be a pirate? she asked.
Im fourteen, Connor said. Old enough.
Hes one of the best swordsmen on the ship, Bart added, proudly.
So he should have a strong grip, said Kally, her eyes alight. Connor sat down,
his face flushed. Was she laughing at him? Her eyes really were incredibly blue. He felt
mesmerised by them, as though he was being dragged down into unfathomable
depths.
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Ready? Kally asked.
Connor gripped tightly onto her hand. Ready, he said.
He felt immediate pressure from Kally. She was strong. Very strong. But so was
he. Not as strong as Bart, for sure, yet he seemed to be standing firm against her.
For now, at least.
As the battle continued, the crowd around the bar hushed, realising that they
might finally have a match on their hands.
But Connor didnt look at the crowd. He kept his eyes on Kallys blue gaze, not
even watching their hands as they waged war against each other. Connor had the
advantage. He could sense it. Maybe Kally was at last tiring, after a night of
defeating all-comers. Connor felt elated. How cool would it be for him to defeat
Kally and stand his buddies a night of beer and yabbies to celebrate their shore
leave?
Suddenly, Connor felt Kallys hand pump with fresh energy. It was pushing his
own backwards. Had his attention slipped? Maybe she had only been toying with
him. He pushed back with renewed vigour. They were holding each other off now,
as evenly matched as two opposing magnetic currents.
Then Kally pushed through. Connor forced all his power into his own palm but
he was unable to hold off the assault. He could feel the table just below his hand.
It would be over in five seconds, four, three, two ...
But Connor had hidden reserves of energy too. Over the years, in all the sports
hed played, hed learned how to dig deep just when it looked like it was game over.
He became aware of his hand forcing back Kallys. Connor was unsure where the
strength had come from but he could feel it growing and consolidating within him.
He was pushing back Kallys hand and there appeared to be nothing she could do
about it. This time, he was sure there was no trickery. Kallys strength had finally
given out. He gave one final push and her hand hit the table. He was so surprised,
he forgot to let go.
Congratulations, she said. Looks like Ill be paying for my supper, after all.
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Connor was dazed. He kept staring at Kallys hand, unable to believe that he had
beaten her. She had defeated every last challenger in this dingy back bar ... but one.
Good going, buddy! cried Bart, slapping him on his back.
Yeah, said Jez. Well played, Connor! Looks like youve saved the day ... or,
rather, the night!
Across the table, Kally gave the lads a wink. Well, that was fun, boys, she said,
but now its time for this gal to fly.
Wait! Bart said. Stay. Have a drink with us!
Kally smiled but shook her head. I have to get back to Lorelei, she said. Ive
already been gone too long.
Whos Lorelei? said Bart. Your sister?
Not who, said Kally, but what. The Lorelei is my boat. The others will be
waiting for me.
Bart wasnt about to let her go without finding out more. What kind of boat is
it? he asked.
She considered his question for a moment. I guess you could say were a dive-
boat.
Diving, said Bart, nodding. I love to dive.
Everyone loves to dive, said Kally, her blue eyes sparkling.
Just stay for one drink, Bart pleaded.
Sorry, mate not even for you. Kally smiled but shook her head. The others
are waiting.
Bart looked crestfallen. Kally turned and called into the crowd. Will someone
get me my chair?
A gap opened up in the murky darkness and through it came a chair, wheeling its
way towards Kally. She turned and put out a hand to slow the spinning wheels.
Then she pulled the wheelchair close beside her and eased herself swiftly into it.
Now Connor saw that Kally had no legs at least, no visible legs. They were
hidden in an oilskin bag, fastened at the waist with a cord. That explained her
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exceptional upper body strength, he thought.
Kally propelled herself away from the table, then glanced back and smiled at the
dumbstruck lads.
Gentlemen, it was a great pleasure making your acquaintance, she said. I
surely hope well run into each other again.
With that, she winked and spun her wheels, disappearing into the bright lights of
Calle del Marinero.

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CHAPTER THREE
Brawl
Her eyes were so blue, Bart said, sighing again. What would you call that shade
of blue? Azure?
Jez gritted his teeth. Mate, you met her for a few minutes and you havent
stopped talking about her for over an hour
Bart went on, oblivious. Maybe aquamarine?
Jez rolled his eyes at Connor. There really arent enough free yabbies in the
world to make me want to listen to this. He reached his hand across the bar and
squeezed Barts shoulder. Mate, play another record. Please!
Actually, said Connor, thats not such a bad idea! He glanced over at the
jukebox in the corner of the bar. The old Wurlitzer had been pounding out thrash-
shanty ever since they had arrived. After a time, the music felt like a severe assault
on the eardrums.
Connor slipped down from his bar-stool and walked over to the jukebox. He
took a coin from his pocket and surveyed the music choices. There had to be
something better than this racket! But, flipping through the pages, it seemed like
The Dirty Dolphin had just about every thrashshanty anthem ever laid down, and not
much else besides.
At last, he saw a tune he quite liked Cape Cod Girls. It was one of his sister
Graces favourites. Song B17. Connor slipped his coin into the slot, raised his
finger and punched in B, then 1 ... But, before he had the chance to punch the 7, a
long white finger crowned with a bruised nail jabbed the 9.
Hey! Connor cried. His words were drowned out as the same thrash-shanty
began blaring. Not again! Connor turned around, his face dark as thunder.
He was facing a tall, thin boy, not much older than himself, dressed in worn
black leather. The boys lank hair was as dark as his clothes and hung low over his
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face, obscuring half of it. The half that was visible was pale and waxy, with a
smattering of acne and a small purple scar. On his pale lips, a nasty cold sore had
taken up residence. The lad looked positively vampiric but, as he opened his
mouth, Connor was assailed by the stench of garlic.
Whats wrong? said the boy. Dont you like my taste in music?
Connor shook his head. It stinks, he said. As much as you. That was my
money. It was my turn to choose.
The lad grinned. Should have been quicker, then, shouldnt you?
Connor had had enough. He reached for his rapier, which hung in its sheath at
his waist. Drawing the sword out into the light, he smiled at the lad. I reckon Im
quick enough, thanks all the same.
The boy seemed unfazed by the sight of the sword. He reached his own hand
into his trouser pocket and removed a flick-knife, opening it up as casually as a
cigarette lighter.
Connor shook his head, amused. Going to fight me with that, are you?
The lads one visible eye looked into Connors with disdain. Oh, Im not going
to fight you at all. He clicked his fingers. Suddenly, two men appeared at his side.
To call these guys hulks was to do them a disservice they were huge. They too
were dressed in worn leather. Each brandished a razor-sharp rapier.
Yes, Master Moonshine? said one.
You called, Master Moonshine? said the other.
The lad frowned. I told you to drop the master, remember? He turned back
to Connor. These two will fight you. He raised his flick-knife, extending the
merciless blade to Connors neck. Ill just swing in at the end to finish you off.
Connor winced. Moonshine smiled and stepped back, allowing his goons clear
access to Connor. Make it swift but painful, he said to them.
Connor stood in front of the jukebox, his mind racing. How come these big guys
were commanded by this runt? And, of more pressing concern, how was he was
going to get away from here with all his vital organs intact ...?
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He didnt have to worry for long.
Step away from the jukebox! boomed a voice. Thats right, Tweedledum and
Tweedledee, Im talking to you!
Connor smiled. Bart to the rescue! His shipmate was standing behind the two
thugs, his broadsword raised.
But the thugs didnt move.
Let him go! rasped another voice. Connor saw that Jez had Moonshine in a
half-nelson. The poor lad could hardly get out his words. Let him go!
At their masters words, the henchmen backed away from Connor.
Thats it, said Bart. Nice and easy and my friend wont spoil Moonstrucks
pretty face. He smiled. Though really, it could do with a bit of work, I reckon.
Connor let out a breath and gripped his sword, back in attack mode.
Right, said Bart. And now for the complex manoeuvre I like to call ... legging
it!
He hurdled the bar, with Connor and Jez hot on his heels. Moonshines goons
were too surprised to give chase immediately. Instead, they turned gormlessly
towards their master. Moonshine was bent double, hands on knees. Nevertheless,
he managed to yell. What are you waiting for? Get after them! Mess em up!
By now, Jez and Connor were through the bar doors and back out on the deck
of The Dirty Dolphin. Bart was already halfway down the gangplank.
Phew, said Connor, as he and Jez caught Bart up. That was close! He
grinned. One for all and
A roar of fury from the deck interrupted him. The two flunkeys were giving
chase.
Come on, boys, said Bart. Were out of here!
The three pirates ducked down onto the pier.
Just then, something whistled past Connors ear. Dazed, he looked up as a circle
of metal took root in the wooden pier, one step ahead of him. As he got close, he
saw it was a vicious-looking multi-pointed blade.
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A starfish shuriken, said Jez, grabbing Connor.
Where did it come from? Connor asked.
Up there, by the looks of things! Bart said. He pointed up to the deck of The
Dirty Dolphin. There was Moonshine, his face almost luminous in the darkness. He
raised his hand and, suddenly, another shuriken whistled through the air, aimed
directly at their heads.
What now? Connor asked.
What do you reckon? Bart said. RUN!
Connor needed no further encouragement. The three pirates raced along the
pier, as a third blade sailed over their heads.
He must be gaining! Jez rasped as they ran. Who is that guy?
Trouble, said Bart. Thats who.
Talking of trouble, Connor said. What do we do now? He pointed two
metres ahead to where the pier ran out. All that lay beyond was cold, dark water.
Quick! Up here! Bart cried, hanging a right and racing up the gangplank of
another tavern. Jez and Connor raced after him onto The Bloody Parrot.
The tavern crowd turned as the three strangers thundered onto the deck.
Suddenly, out of the throng emerged two familiar figures dressed in black leather
Moonshines men.
Of all the gin joints in Calle del Marinero . . . cried Bart.
Now what? cried Connor as the thugs lurched towards them.
Follow me! cried Jez, jumping up onto the side of the ship. He leaped over the
edge, landing on the craft moored at its side.
Connor followed and heard Barts footsteps behind him. There was no time to
waste. Moonshines men were hot on their heels.
Keep running! Bart called, racing across the deck. As he did so, he used his
broadsword to cut through the sails and rigging to make their path easier.
Confused revellers dived out of the melee and raced to the ends of the ship.
A now familiar whistle hovered above them. Another shuriken!
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Duck! commanded Bart as the spinning blade shot past them.
They had run out of ship again, but there was another tavern vessel moored next
to this one. Together, the three buccaneers launched themselves off the side and
onto the next boat. As they jumped through the air, Connor couldnt help but
smile. Even in the midst of danger, he was strangely enjoying himself his best
buddies on either side. But, as they landed, there was no more time for smiles.
Moonshines thugs were gaining on them once again.
Bart sliced through the sails. This time, instead of racing away, the people on
deck turned and drew their own swords, angry at having their party interrupted.
The boys were getting some ugly looks. Connor could see the edge of the ship but,
this time, there seemed to be nothing but ocean beyond. Had they really reached
journeys end?
He looked desperately at Bart and Jez but they were equally flummoxed. Then
two things happened. First, Moonshines henchmen arrived on the deck, drawing
attention away from Connor and his buddies. Then, another shuriken sailed through
the air and landed like a dart in the ships mast.
Jump! cried Bart.
As they sailed through the air, Connor readied himself for the icy waters below.
Instead, he hit wood. They had landed on another boat, much lower and smaller
than the ships on either side. And, Connor realised as he staggered to his feet, it
was moving.
Looking up towards the deck they had jumped from, he saw Moonshines men
gazing down at them in frustration. Already, too much water had opened up
between them to jump across. A final shuriken sailed through the air, missed its
mark and descended into the ocean; though not before spearing an unfortunate
seagull.
Connor let out a long breath. The seagulls fate could so easily have been his.
That was close! Jez said, as he and Bart stood up, brushing themselves down.
Well, you guys certainly know how to make an entrance.
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The voice was familiar. So too was the girl who wheeled her chair along the deck
towards them.
Welcome to The Lorelei, she said. You know, I had a feeling I hadnt seen the
last of you.
Bart looked at Kally and beamed. Aquamarine, he said at last. Definitely
aquamarine!

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CHAPTER FOUR
The Lorelei
Couldnt stay away, huh? Kally beamed at the pirates. Well, it looks like youre
with us for a spin out to the reef, tonight.
Connor glanced around The Lorelei. A small windjammer, its hull sat low in the
water, as it rocked gently on the ocean. Its billowing lateen sails shimmered silver-
blue in the moonlight. The boat was strung with lanterns and there was the sound
of chatter and soft, sweet singing. The deck, however, was much quieter and more
sparsely populated than that of The Diablo or, indeed, The Dirty Dolphin.
Come and meet the rest of the crew! Kally whizzed over to the centre of the
deck, coming to a standstill beside four of her crewmates. Like Kally, they were all
in wheelchairs. They were gathered around an upturned chest, which was covered
in playing cards.
Everyone, Kally announced. Meet my new friends. She beamed. Three of
the finest young pirates who ever roamed the ocean ... if you believe what they say.
She winked. Guys, this is Diani, Teahan, Lika and Joo.
There was a lot of hand-shaking and high-fiving while they introduced
themselves and, before they knew it, the lads were being offered drinks, quizzed
about where theyd come from and invited to join in the card game. Kallys
crewmates were clearly bursting with as much energy as she was. And they were all
young and fit. Like her, they kept their legs bound tightly in oilskin bags, with only
the upper parts of their body visible. Dressed in a variety of tank-tops and
sleeveless shirts, it was easy to see that they were all strong, with the same well-
developed shoulder and arm muscles as Kally. Connor certainly wasnt about to
challenge any more of them to an arm-wrestle.
Welcome, friends, said Joo, when everyone had a full glass. Welcome aboard
The Lorelei.
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OK, youve met these reprobates, said Kally, when theyd finished their drinks.
Now its time you met Flynn.
Whos Flynn? asked Connor.
Flynn, said Joo with a smile, is our esteemed captain.
Connor already had the feeling this was a rare kind of boat. No crew-member
would dare to say to a stranger arriving on The Diablo, Come and meet Molucco.
He was always referred to as Captain Wrathe. But then, this wasnt a pirate ship.
And The Lorelei was far smaller than The Diablo.
How many people are in your crew? Connor inquired, as the pirates followed
Kally along the deck towards the stern.
Counting Flynn, there are thirteen of us, she said. Unlucky for some, eh? As
you can see, boys, The Loreleis not the largest of boats, though she suits us just
fine.
Connor heard a sudden screech of wheels. One of Kallys crewmates was racing
down the deck, straight towards her. Connor winced, preparing for disaster but, at
the last second, Kally swerved, expertly avoiding a collision. Happens all the
time, she said, with a grin, Any more wheels on board and wed be gridlocked!
How do you cope with the sails and rigging and stuff? Connor asked as they
moved past the central mast. I mean ... He couldnt work out the most
diplomatic way to ask the question.
You mean from our chairs? Kally said lightly. Well, theres a lot we can do
from deck level. She pointed over to where another of her crewmates was
adjusting the tilt of one sail, manipulating the rigging from below with ropes as if
they were the strings of a kite.
Nice one! said Jez.
They had almost reached the boats stern. Up ahead was the steering deck. The
Lorelei had been adapted so ramps replaced stairs to the raised platform.
I need a little bit of a run-up to this, said Kally, spinning her wheels furiously,
then propelling herself forward, straight up the ramp.
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Well, what do you reckon? said Bart to the others.
Its an awesome boat, isnt it? Connor said.
Im not talking about the boat, doofus! Im talking about Kally. Isnt she
amazing?
Shes great, Connor agreed, seeing a warning look in Jezs eye. Bart caught it
too.
Look, dont worry, guys, said Bart. Its not like Im going to do anything
crazy. Im just saying shes a really cool girl, thats all.
Okey-cokey, said Jez. Then lets follow her up to meet the captain, shall we?
He gestured for Bart to go first.
Then Jez grabbed Connors shoulder and pulled him towards him. Word to the
wise, he hissed. When Bartholomew Pearce tells you hes not about to do
anything crazy, thats a very good indication that hes about to do something
crazy.
Connor smiled. What exactly could Bart do? They were only having a tour of The
Lorelei and a drink with their new friends.
Come on, slowcoaches, called Kally from the raised platform. Or do I need
to get you some wheels to keep up with me?
Connor and Jez marched up the ramp. They joined Bart as Kally wheeled
forward to the very back of the boat.
Flynn, I brought some people to see you.
People? What kinda people?
The first thing they saw was the back of his chair. The support was carved to
resemble the curve of a fishs tail, disappearing into the waves.
The captain turned to get a look at them. He was older than the other members
of the crew, with a face weathered by the ravages of time and a lifetime at sea.
Connor, Bart and Jez, Kally said, its my great pleasure to introduce you to
Flynn, a.k.a. Captain of The Lorelei. She dipped her head and smiled, before
adding, A.k.a. my dad.
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Connor saw Bart straighten up a touch as he leaned forward to shake Flynns
hand. As Connor shook hands, he looked into the captains face and saw his
resemblance to Kally. Like her, his eyes were blue but they were a paler, milkier
hue. In the moonlight, his hair seemed silvery-blue like hers but, on second glance,
was actually pure white.
Then Connor noticed something he hadnt clocked before. Though Flynn was in
a chair with wheels on its feet, it wasnt a wheelchair like the other members of the
crew had. Nor was his lower body bundled, like theirs, into an oilskin bag. Instead,
he wore coarse linen trousers and his bare feet rested on the deck, quietly tapping a
rhythm as he spoke.
Hes not disabled! Connor exclaimed.
At once, the others turned towards him.
Ahhh ... I didnt actually mean to say that, Connor said, mortified that hed
spoken aloud. Barts face was thunderous. Connor turned to Kally. Im really
sorry, he said. I didnt mean anything ...
Kally shook her head and smiled. No sweat, Connor. It can be a minefield
being around us. No, Flynns not disabled.
Sir, said Bart, changing the subject, Kally said that this is a dive-boat?
Whats that? Flynn said, his thoughts evidently elsewhere.
Diving, Dad, prompted Kally.
Oh, diving. He twisted around once more. Yes, yes, the kids love to dive.
Connor smiled at the way Flynn called the other crew-members kids. Though
Kally seemed to be the Captains only actual child, he obviously took a similarly
paternal attitude to the rest of the crew.
So, how did you get into diving? Connor asked.
I come from a line of sailors, said Flynn. My father was a captain and his
father before him. Diving was always our business. There isnt a dive spot from
Cozumel to Christmas Island I dont know like my own footprints. But when my
Kalypso was born, things changed. She was different ... special!
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Flynn reached out a hand to his daughters cheek. She turned her face and softly
kissed his palm. Others would have sheltered her kept her safe ashore but that
would have been like clipping the wings of an angel. My Kalypso ... she may need
wheels to move about on land but, in the water, she can fly.
Connor wondered what he meant by that, but Flynn continued. Were the kind
of people who keep ourselves to ourselves, he said, but even so, word gets
around. Others came to us, other exceptional kids like Kalypso. I took them
aboard The Lorelei. It wasnt hard to adapt the boat for them. They handle ninety
per cent of the sailing themselves and I just step in when Im needed. Which, to be
honest, is getting less and less.
Kally shook her head. Thats not true, Dad. She turned to the others. Dad
thinks hes getting too old to be captain that he needs to retire soon.
She looked sad, suddenly, and her eyes lingered on Bart for a moment. Then she
smiled, changing the subject. So, youve heard how we all came to be aboard
now, remind me, how did you three come to be on board?
Bart looked embarrassed. You might say we got into a little hot water after you
left The Dirty Dolphin.
Really? Kally was clearly amused. Well, were on our way out past the reef.
We could turn tail and drop you back in the harbour, if you like. Or you could
hang out with us a while. Were heading to a major dive site.
Oh? Connor said. Whereabouts?
Its called Hell Bay, Kally said, her eyes aflame. Though its more heaven than
hell. Its not far from here. Its incredibly beautiful. There are fire shells and pygmy
seahorses and really rare blue-ringed octopi ...
It sounds amazing! said Bart.
Thats a great invitation, Kally, said Jez, jumping in, but we need to stay
around Calle del Marinero. We have to rendezvous with The Diablo here at sunset on
Sunday.
Thats two days from now, Jez! Kally said. We can be there and back by then,
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easy.
Sounds perfect! said Bart, enthusiastically.
Connor had to agree. Hed far rather spend his time away from The Diablo diving
and chilling out with the crew of The Lorelei than back in one of the floating taverns
of Calle del Marinero. And he was certainly in no hurry to run into the thrash-shanty
loving, shuriken-wielding Moonshine and his goons again.
Come on, Jez, said Bart. Wheres your sense of adventure, mate?
Jez shook his head, but his anxious expression dissolved into a smile. OK, Im
in.
Excellent! Kally said.
Flynn turned his attention back to the steering wheel, and began guiding the boat
out of the harbour mouth, leaving Calle del Marinero far behind.
There was something special about the moment when you left harbour, thought
Connor. It wasnt just about leaving the land for the ocean. It was about
disconnecting from all the fixed points in your life and heading out into a world
where everything was fluid. It was a heady sensation and one to which Connor
Tempest, at fourteen years old, was already an addict.

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CHAPTER FIVE
Night Swimming
Hey, I think Im getting the hang of this! Connor said, discarding his last card
and holding up his empty palms.
Jez shook his head and raised his eyebrows, while Lika threw down her own
hand of cards in mock disgust.
Beginners luck, laughed Joo, his eyes sparkling in the lantern-light. It
appeared to be easy sailing out towards the reef. The waters were calm tonight and
the stars were bright enough to guide the way. Flynn was back at the helm, steering
their course, while Diani and Teahan had been assigned the task of manning the
lateen sails listening for Flynns shouts and occasionally adjusting a line of rigging
here and there.
For the rest of the crew, the only imperative appeared to be to relax. It seemed
to be second nature aboard The Lorelei to just sit and watch the world pass by. It
wasnt hard to feel at home here. Connor already felt an easy and familiar
camaraderie with the crew especially Lika and Joo, with whom he and Jez were
engaged in an increasingly competitive bluejack contest. Meanwhile, Bart and Kally
were sitting together, deep in conversation, at the bow of the boat. Connor could
see their silhouettes, framed
against the sails.
They make a good pair, yes?
Connor looked up to find Joo nodding his head towards Kally and Bart.
Connor smiled in agreement.
Ive never seen Kally look so happy, said Joo. I think perhaps Bart will have
to stay on The Lorelei for ever. He laughed.
Maybe we all will, said Jez. I can tell you, mate, its a lot more chilled here
than on our ship.
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Really? But youre pirates! said Joo. You need adventure, excitement, danger,
no? I think life aboard The Lorelei would bore you.
Jez leaned back in his chair and stretched out like a cat. You know what, pal? I
think I could handle some boredom. Ive been a pirate since I was knee-high to a
sea-urchin and it feels great to take some time out.
Joo smiled. How about you, Connor? Is that how you feel?
Connors only been on The Diablo for five minutes, said Jez. Besides, his
sisters on board. He couldnt abandon her, could you, mate?
No. Connor shook his head, firmly.
Theyre twins, Jez explained.
Really? Lika said, staring at Connor with increased interest. They say that
twins have a special bond, that they can communicate with each other without
speaking and stuff. Is that true?
Connor shrugged. I dont know if its quite like that, but Grace and I certainly
pick up on each others moods.
Really? said Lika. So tell us then, can you sense what Grace is thinking right
now?
I doubt it, said Connor.
Lika smiled at him. Try.
Playing along, Connor shut his eyes. The others remained silent. He summoned
up an image of Grace, as hed last seen her, watching him climb into the light-boat
and leave The Diablo. He focused on her face. Her mouth was open and she was
saying something. He couldnt hear the words. He had to find a way of getting
closer.
He thought of the locket which hed given her and visualised her wearing it,
hoping that would intensify the contact between them. It worked!
Suddenly, he heard the words she was speaking.
Danger. Underwater.
He was shocked at the clarity of the vision. Was it a true vision or merely a trick
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of the mind? He kept his eyes shut tight and found that Grace seemed even closer
now. He could see the anxiety in her eyes and hear the words even more clearly.
Danger. Underwater.
Connors heart began to race. Opening his eyes, he found the other three staring
at him curiously.
What is it? asked Lika.
She spoke to me, Connor said.
Really? What did she say?
Connor took a breath. As he tried to relax again, he made a decision. She said
...
Come on, mate, said Jez. Out with it!
She said ... theyre rubbish at cards so be gentle with them!
Connor could feel Lika and Joos eyes on him there was a moments silence,
then they both burst out laughing.
Time passed swiftly as they played game after game of bluejack. Then Flynns voice
called out from the stern. Were here!
Were here! Kally echoed, excitedly racing down towards the centre of the
boat. Bart jogged alongside her.
Within moments, the entire crew had wheeled down to the centre deck. The
pirates sat down amongst them. The crew seemed to be waiting for something ...
or someone. All eyes turned as Flynn stepped down from the steering platform and
made his way slowly along the deck towards them. He walked erratically, a soft
boot-step on the deckboards with one foot, then a heavy thump with the next. Out
of his chair, the Captains age was all the more evident.
As he joined the others, his weathered face broke into a smile. Its a beautiful
night for a swim, he said. And a wonderful spot for it, eh?
The crew of The Lorelei all looked at him, their eyes eager and expectant. The full
moon bathed their faces in pure light. Connor watched, fascinated.
Well, what are waiting for? Flynn said. Its time to go and explore the reef!
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Who shall be first, tonight?
His eyes roved around the deck and settled upon Lika. He nodded and she
steered her wheelchair out of the crowd, towards the very edge of the boat. She sat
there for a moment, looking out at the sea. Flynn came over and placed a hand on
her shoulder. He was humming a strange tune. Suddenly, Connor noticed the
oilskin bag which bound Likas legs start to move gently at first, then more
strongly. It was almost as if Flynn was bringing Likas legs
back to life.
Are you ready? Flynn asked her gently.
Lika nodded. As she did so, she took her hands to her waist and unfastened the
bag. It fell away in her hands, revealing not legs but a vast, oily fish-tail, which
thumped the deck as if relieved to be free at last.
It was as natural to Connor as it was unbelievable. It was as if he had known all
along that The Lorelei was no ordinary dive-boat. Now he watched in wonder as
Flynn lifted Lika into his arms and carried her towards the side, before releasing
her to plunge into the waters below.
Flynn smiled, turning to the others. Whos next?
Now it was Joo who joined Flynn. Once more, Flynn hummed the haunting
tune. Once more, Connor watched as movement stirred beneath the oilskin bag.
Then Joo tore away the bag and, with Flynns help, launched himself off the side
of the boat. He soared into the air, before disappearing beneath the surface of the
water.
One by one, Flynn called each of his crew forward and delivered them to the
ocean. At last, there were twelve empty wheelchairs on deck and only Connor, Bart
and Jez sitting silently amongst them.
Flynn beckoned them. Come, he said. Well watch them from the stern.
They followed, silently, a few metres behind the old captain, as he made his way
back up to the steering platform. Joining him at the wheel, they glanced down.
The waters were dark for a moment. Then Joo and Lika swam into view. Their
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tails, which had been dull and monochrome up on deck, were now ablaze with
light, illuminating the water all around them.
Arent they beautiful? Flynn said, his face bathed in the reflective glow.
Theyre ... theyre mermaids! Bart said, dumbfounded.
Flynn smiled, extending a long bony arm around Barts shoulder. I dont think
Joo would take too kindly to being called a mermaid, do you? He chuckled.
Around here, we call them fishtails. Theyre my fishtails. My beautiful fishtails!
He gazed down and Connors eyes followed his, watching with wonder as the
jewel-coloured lights shot back and forth beneath the surface of the water.
Lets go in with them! said Bart, his eyes shining with the possibility. He
turned to Flynn. Thats all right, isnt it, sir?
Flynn smiled, nodding.
Connor, Bart and Jez stripped down to their underwear and dived off the side of
the boat. As Connor hit the water, it was dark. Then, suddenly, it was illuminated
by laser brightness. He looked down and saw Lika and Joo swimming beneath
him. He watched as Bart swam over to Kally. Just as Flynn had said earlier that
day, she was like an angel underwater. They all were. They swam with such
effortless grace, it made Connor feel clumsy.
Welcome to our world, said Joo, swimming over to meet him, the reef
glowing coral-pink behind him.
Were so glad that you all came, said Kally, beaming.
Connor looked at Bart and Jez in surprise. So the fishtails could talk underwater.
Connor wondered if he too might be invested with these magical powers. He
opened his lips to speak, but found himself swallowing a mouthful of salt water.
Kally smiled at him. This is our world, she said. Just as we are restricted
above the water, so you are beneath it. She smiled. But youre very welcome as
our guests.
With that, she dived down below him, her tail sending a rainbow of light up in
her wake. Connor wished that Grace could be here to share this with him.
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Remembering the message she had sent him, he tried to send one back to her to
let her know that she was wrong, and that everything was OK.
Magic. Underwater.
He repeated the phrase several more times in his head, hoping that it would get
through to her that somehow she might see this amazing sight for herself. Then
he dived down deeper, following the coloured lights to join his good friends, old
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CHAPTER SIX
Fishtails
When the fishtails were at last done swimming, Flynn threw a rope line into the
water. The boys, who had long since returned to the deck to dry off, watched as
Flynn helped the fishtails back onto the boat. When Bart offered his assistance,
Flynn shook his head. Thanks, he said, a little sharply, but I can still manage.
He carried each of the fishtails back to their chairs, binding their tails inside the
oilskins once more. Connor watched as Flynn poured a little seawater into each of
the oilskins before fastening them tightly. Their tails must never dry out
completely, he explained. He flipped a handle on each of the wheelchairs so that
they reclined, almost like beds. Flynn shuffled off and pulled a pile of blankets out
from a bench seat, then tenderly laid a rug over each fishtail. As if under a spell, all
twelve of them already seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The shock of coming from their world into ours is tiring for them, Flynn
explained. They will rest now and, when they wake, their balance will be
restored. He threw a blanket to each of the pirates. Take these up to the
foredeck, he said. You can bed down there.
With that, he turned and disappeared off towards his seat at the wheel.
Connor slept soundly but woke anxious to check that he really was on The Lorelei,
and that it hadnt all been a dream. He was pleased to find that not only was he still
on board but that Jez was already awake.
Mermaids! said Jez. Can you believe it? Mermaids!
They dont call themselves that, Connor said, speaking softly as Bart was still
sleeping beside them. Remember? They call themselves fishtails.
Hmm, said Jez. You say tomatoes and I say ... mythological sea creatures we
had no idea really existed!
Connor grinned. Well, they certainly do exist. Look at them! He eased himself
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up into a sitting position and looked back along the deck at the fishtails, still
sprawled over their chairs.
Connor, said Jez, the tone of his voice suddenly changing.
Yes?
Im a tad concerned for our safety.
Really? said Connor. You think there might be something fishy going on?
He smiled. Sorry, I couldnt resist! Go on.
Jez smiled too but then grew serious. Ive been remembering the old myths,
and traditionally merm fishtails whatever you call them, well, traditionally they
lure sailors and take them prisoner.
You think were being lured here? Connor asked, alarmed.
Jez shrugged. I dont know. I mean, were at sea, arent we? And I might be
wrong, but I reckon weve been sailing through the night. We could be miles away
from The Diablo by now.
Connor looked over the side of the boat. Was Jez right? It was hard to tell. How
could you tell one patch of ocean from another? Maybe Im being paranoid, Jez
continued, but I just cant shake the feeling that somethings wrong here.
Connor frowned. He remembered his fleeting vision of Grace and her message
to him. Danger. Underwater. Had she been warning him about the crew of The
Lorelei? He still couldnt get his head around how she could know where he was, let
alone that he was in danger. He wondered if he should share the vision with Jez.
Actually, he began, there is something I wanted to
Hey, whats up, dudes? Barts cheery voice drowned out his own. He sat up
and thumped them each on the back. How are my fellow Buccaneers this
morning?
Concerned, Jez said.
Concerned? repeated Bart. About what?
Mate, this isnt easy for me to say. I know youre getting on well with Kally and
everything ...
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Now Bart was frowning. If youve got something to say, Jez, then please just
spit it out.
You remember what they say about mermerm, fishtails?
That seeing them causes bad luck? Bart didnt seem surprised by Jezs
question. Perhaps he too had been pondering the myths.
Jez nodded. That and more.
Bart shrugged. Is that all? Youre worried by a little maritime mythology? Lifes
more complicated than that, isnt it? I mean, think about Tempests sister, Grace.
She was kidnapped by Vampirates but they let her go. And, according to her, they
actually looked after her. Isnt that so, Connor?
Connor nodded. Then a shadow crossed his face as he remembered Graces tale
of her encounter with the evil Sidorio, and he shivered. Sidorio had imprisoned
Grace in her cabin in an attempt to satisfy his bloodlust. The Vampirate captain
himself had had to take extraordinary measures to rescue her from certain death.
Grace had seemed very calm when shed recounted the tale afterwards, but
perhaps that was because Sidorio had been immediately banished from the ship
and not heard of since.
Connor turned to Bart. Yes, all but one of them.
Thats my point, Bart said. We have to be open and judge everyone on his or
her individual merits. Theres good and bad in every group of people ...
These guys arent people, though, are they, Bart? said Jez. I mean, they have
great big swishy tails instead of legs.
Connor thought Bart would be enraged by Jezs words, but instead he smiled
calmly. You cant write off a whole crew just because theyre a little different. He
smiled. Look, theyre waking up.
The others followed his gaze along the deck. One by one, the fishtails were
pushing aside their blankets and bringing their chairs into the upright position.
Their energy seemed to return to them instantly and they began chattering and
laughing. Just as Flynn had predicted, their rest had returned them safely to the
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world above the sea. The boys watched as Kally turned and immediately began
wheeling her chair towards them.
Good morning, pirates! she beamed. How are you all doing?
Excellently! said Bart, beaming at her and reaching out his hand to hers. She
took it and gave it a squeeze. Connor thought then that they looked like a couple
who had been together a long time, not one who had met just the night before.
Kally was great. Seeing her again, listening to her lively chatter, Connor was
instantly brought around to Barts way of thinking. Once you discounted the fish-
tail itself, Kally was just a regular girl. Well a very beautiful, intelligent, funny,
regular girl. It was going to be hard to leave The Lorelei when the time came
especially for Bart but not because the fishtails wouldnt let them. They were a
cool group of people and it was a great boat. Connor decided he was going to quit
worrying and make the most of every last minute of his time aboard.
Hey guys, cried Joo, joining them. Come and get some breakfast!
The day slipped easily away on board The Lorelei. After breakfast, the fishtails took
another dip in the ocean. The young pirates joined them in the water. This time, as
Connor swam beside them, it seemed second nature that his new friends had
luminous fins and that they could talk underwater.
Back on deck, as Connor towelled himself dry, he asked when they would reach
Hell Bay.
Joo smiled at him. Youre just itching to dive, arent you? Dont worry, well
get there soon enough. In the meantime, there are plenty of ways to entertain
yourself ...
Connor grinned. In contrast to his time on The Diablo, a day on The Lorelei was
blissfully free of chores. He was free to while away the hours perfecting his
bluejack technique, working on his tan, grazing on delicious snacks and chatting
about everything and nothing with Jez, Lika and Joo.
Bart didnt join them. He spent the whole day with Kally. Whenever Connor
caught a glimpse of them, they were talking or laughing together, like old friends.
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Or more than friends. Connor wondered how they had so much to say to each
other but he supposed it was nothing more profound than the chit-chat that he
was exchanging with the others.
Flynn sailed the boat smoothly across the ocean so smoothly that, most of the
time, you were hardly aware it was even moving. And yet, at last the sun gave way
to dusk and the dusk to star-pierced darkness. Everyone gathered together for
dinner and, afterwards, Joo strummed his guitar and Lika, Teahan and Diani sang
shanties for their pirate guests. Connor watched as Bart took Kallys hand and held
it in his own. When the song was over, the pirates clapped.
Jez and Connor went over to congratulate Joo. Nice playing, man, said Jez.
Joo smiled at them. Hey, do either of you play? No? I can teach you a few
chords, if you like.
A little while later, Bart and Kally came over to join them. Bart put his hands on
Connor and Jezs shoulders.
Guys, he said, theres something I need to talk to you both about.
Well let you three have a private chat, Kally said, indicating to Joo that he
should follow her. Reluctantly he put down his guitar and the two of them wheeled
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Rift
What is it? asked Connor.
Its pretty simple, really, said Bart. Im thinking that when you guys hook up
with The Diablo tomorrow, Im gonna stay here on The Lorelei.
Jezs jaw dropped. Youre what?
Connor frowned. He could understand the temptation to remain on the dive-
boat especially given Barts obvious bond with Kally but even so ...
This is so sudden, he said. I mean, all your life you wanted to be a pirate.
Thats what you told me, remember? My first night on The Diablo?
Bart nodded. I remember, buddy. Of course I do. But things change. People
change. Im not the kind of person who draws up lists of pros and cons before
making a decision. I feel it in my gut. And, right now, my gut is telling me to stay
here with Kally and the others.
You cant do this! At last, Jez was able to string a sentence together. Connors
right your whole life has been geared towards becoming a pirate. Eight years
eight years ago, we joined The Diablo. Are you going to throw all that away because of
Miss Wonderwheels and a gut instinct?
Bart gave Jez a dark look. Dont call her that, he said. And dont think for a
moment that this was an easy decision. Weve been talking about it all day. If I
could split myself in two, Id be a happy man. One Bart could go back with you to
The Diablo. The other could stay here and help out Kally and Flynn.
Help out? Jez was incredulous. What do you mean, help out?
Flynns getting old, said Bart, Hes done an amazing job looking after the
fishtails but every day hes losing strength. Theres only so long he can go on as
Captain of The Lorelei. And, as independent as the fishtails are, they need someone
to assist them. They cant survive on their own.
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Wow! said Jez, shaking his head. Shes certainly worked her sorcery on you!
Sorcery?
How else do you explain it? You stepped onto this ship, not twenty-four hours
ago, as a rational pirate and suddenly youre ready to give everything up for her!
Its not just about Kally.
Come off it, Bart, said Jez. Ive known you way too long for you to pretend
this is about a higher purpose. We all know you go weak in the presence of beauty.
And Kally is beautiful. Theres no doubt about that. He shook his head once
more. But shes a beautiful mermaid.
Theyre fishtails, said Bart, surprisingly calmly.
Call them what you want, said Jez, fishtails ... kulullu ... naiads ... nixes ... It
doesnt matter what you call them. It all comes down to the same thing. Theyre
half human and half fish and they lure sailors to their deaths.
Even if that was true, said Bart, she isnt luring me to my death. Im not
talking about dying. Im talking about living here, on The Lorelei.
Jez shrugged. That isnt a life. Not for you. Its a living death.
As the pirates words grew louder and more heated, Connor noticed that the
fishtails had stopped what they were doing and wheeled their chairs along the deck.
Suddenly, they were all around them. He exchanged an uneasy glance with Joo.
Bart and Jez stood in deadlock, their words and emotions spent.
Suddenly, Jez realised that he was surrounded. He looked around in anger.
Bloody mermaids! he cried, pushing through the wheelchairs and marching
angrily to the other end of the deck.
Kally wheeled over to Bart. He looked at her sadly, then back towards Jez.
Hell come around, she said, squeezing his hand. He just needs some time to
come around to the idea. I promise, by the time we get to Calle del Marinero
tomorrow, hell have changed his mind. Youll see.
Connor looked along the deck. Jez was right up by the bow. He could go no
further without jumping overboard. And, in the middle of the open ocean, that
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wouldnt be a clever option.
Connor glanced back at Bart. Could this really be the end of the Three
Buccaneers? It might feel right in Barts gut but Connors gut told another story.
Something was
wrong on The Lorelei.
Once more, he saw Graces face. He heard her warning. Danger. Underwater. Well,
now he knew what that meant, didnt he? The danger was Kally and the others.
They had lured Bart away from his friends, away from his pirate family. Connor
didnt want to be forced into choosing sides but he had to go and comfort Jez.
Bart had Kally now. Jez was on his own.

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CHAPTER EIGHT
The Shark
Two fathoms below the surface of the ocean, Sidorio the renegade Vampirate
takes his rest. Its a place as far removed from light as you can find on this planet.
Darkness pervades his being here, seeping into his ears and nose and eye-sockets
as intently as the water. Just as he likes it. Light can be such a menace. Others cling
to the light; fear the dark. He smiles. How they would loathe it here.
And yet, many creatures prosper in this place. He is watching some of them right
now a school of hagfish. They feast on a chunk of whalemeat, helpfully
discarded by a predator above. The hagfish barely merit the name fish. No sleek
shape for them. No glittering scales. They are more like thick worms ill-formed
creatures. All they are good for is feasting on the dead flesh of this world flesh
they dont even have the ability to kill for themselves. Why, they dont even have teeth,
thinks Sidorio, running his tongue over his own golden fangs.
But what hagfish lack in aesthetics, they make up for in gumption. They may not
have teeth but they suck flesh from bones at a pace that can make you nauseous to
watch.
They may look vile but they are ruthlessly efficient. Its a combination Sidorio
rather admires.
Now he watches as a new visitor arrives in these inky depths. A hammerhead
shark. On paper, not much prettier than a hagfish but, thinks Sidorio, personality
goes a long way. Sleek and knowing, the shark swims above the hagfish. The
scavengers continue feasting until the very last moment. Then, they take their
leave. No point in messing with a shark.
Sidorio watches as the creature dives in and takes a bite of the whaleflesh.
Perhaps it isnt to her taste. Perhaps she was only proving a point. She leaves the
rest of the carcass unbitten and swims on. The hagfish return to their business of
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sucking and chomping. It is what they know, what they are.
The shark comes towards Sidorio. He immediately recognises in her the
arrogance of the few creatures who straddle both the dark waters below and the
bright waters above. Sidorio reaches out a hand and she swims in, nuzzling it. Then
she retreats back a touch, raising herself in the water. They are eye to eye now.
Equals. Yes, thinks Sidorio, youre right. We two are the same. We know both darkness and
light. We can make our choices.
He looks into her eyes and sees that she is in a playful mood. She swims up
higher. He follows. It is as if she is calling him. As if, higher in these waters, there
may be some sport to be had. Sidorio swims strongly in her wake. It is time to
leave the dark waters behind him for a time.
He is in the mood for some sport.

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CHAPTER NINE
Hell Bay
The waters of Hell Bay looked tranquil in the early morning sunshine. We must have
sailed through the night to get here, thought Connor. Did Flynn never sleep? No wonder
he looked so frail.
In spite of its name, it was a beautiful spot. Glancing around, Connor felt a deep
sense of calm. Suddenly, out of the placid waters, sprang a pair of dolphins.
Connor watched with delight as they swam along, leaping in and out of the water.
There could be few better sights to wake up to than this.
But as the dolphins swam away, the events of the previous night flooded back.
He glanced down and saw Jez, still tossing and turning in his sleep. On his other
side, there was an empty space. Bart had not joined them on the sleeping deck last
night. Its happening already, thought Connor. We havent even left yet, but already Barts
cutting the ties.
Looking up, he could see the fishtails asleep on the deck, their chairs brought
together and reclined in the centre. Bart was lying on a bench, not far from Kally.
Seeing this, Connor made a decision. They had to seize the moment.
Wake up, Jez! he whispered, nudging his friend.
Whaaat?
Wake up! Connor hissed once more. And try not to make too much noise.
Jez opened his eyes, blinking in the light. What time is it? he asked.
It doesnt matter, said Connor, urgently. The fishtails are asleep. This is our
last chance to talk to Bart alone, to make him see sense.
Jez nodded. Clearly the memory of last night was fresh in his mind too.
Wait here! said Connor. Ill get him to come over.
He set off barefoot along the deck, trying not to make a sound. In a few paces,
he was standing right beside the cluster of fishtails.
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Gently but firmly, he reached out his hand to Bart.
Even before he touched him, Barts eyes opened and his face greeted Connor
with a familiar smile.
Can we talk? Connor whispered. Over there?
Bart nodded. Sure, buddy, he said quietly.
He raised himself upright and together they walked back to the bow of The
Lorelei. Jez held up his hand and he and Bart silently high-fived each other.
Im sorry, mate, said Jez, for all those things I said last night.
Me too, agreed Bart. Ive been going over them all night. Didnt get a wink of
sleep. I never meant to hurt you guys youre my best buds. You know that, dont
you?
Jez and Connor nodded.
Thats why we want to be sure youve really thought through this decision,
said Jez.
I have, said Bart, but there was something in the tone of his voice that made
Connor think his mind wasnt quite as made up as his words suggested.
How about we go back to The Diablo began Jez. Bart immediately started
shaking his head.
Wait, said Jez. Please. Just hear me out! How about we go back to The Diablo
and talk to Captain Wrathe about this?
Captain Wrathe? said Bart.
Im sure hed have some good ideas of ways to help these guys out, said Jez.
Dont you agree, Connor?
Connor imagined the scene. Bart telling Molucco Wrathe that after eight years in
his service hed decided to break the binding articles that every pirate has to take to
look after a ship of fishtails. He could imagine the interesting shades of red that
Moluccos face would go as he considered Barts proposal and then instantly
declined it.
I think its a really good idea to talk things through with Molucco, said
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Connor, calmly nodding. Hes not just our captain, Bart. Why, Ive heard him say
that he looks on you as the son he never had.
Really? Bart said, clearly surprised at this information. Molucco said that?
Yes. Connor nodded. He felt really bad telling the lie or, at least, exaggerating
the truth. But hed stop at nothing to save Bart.
Maybe I have been a little hasty, said Bart. But you know me, guys! Sometimes
my heart rules my head.
Seeing they were gaining ground, Jez gripped his friends shoulder. Theres
nothing wrong with that, mate. Were all guilty of it sometimes. And Kallys a
beautiful girl. I can see how shed spin your world around.
Bart turned and looked back at her. Connor followed his gaze. He noticed with a
shiver that the fishtails were waking up. Their time was running out. Even if they
were successful in changing Barts mind, he had an uneasy feeling that it wouldnt
end there.
These guys need me, said Bart.
Jez twisted Barts face back towards them. No, he said, gently. They need
someone. And we can help them find that someone. Youre destined for greater
things. For a ship of your own, a pirate ship ...
Besides, said Connor, we need you. Jez and me. Your friends. Your pirate
family. Molucco and Cate. Can you imagine how upset Cate would be if she heard
youd gone away and not even said goodbye?
Cate ... said Bart, his face showing the impact of the name. Connor silently
congratulated himself on this masterstroke, but there was no time to be
complacent. Kally was upright in her chair now and looking over at them. Perhaps
it was simply the way the light fell on her face, but Connor thought he saw a flicker
of anger there. She turned, helping Joo with his chair, whispering something to
him. Now, they both looked over at the three pirates.
Connor turned back to Bart. There was no more he could say. Ultimately, it was
Barts decision.
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Dont worry, buddy, said Bart. I know what I need to do.

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CHAPTER TEN
In Deep
Wow! Connor said, spotting a shoal of silvery fish swimming just below the
oceans surface. The waters so clear here, he said. I bet the diving is great!
Joo laughed. Youll find out soon enough! Think youre ready?
You bet! Connor said, beaming down at him. He couldnt contain his
excitement any longer. Even from the side of the boat, he could see the wealth of
colourful sea-life waiting there for him. Sitting in his wetsuit, the sun beating down
on him, Connor couldnt believe how well things had turned out. The Three
Buccaneers were together again! The fishtails seemed to have taken Barts change
of heart in good spirits. Even Kally had said that she was cool with it. And Flynn
had laughed and said that he wasnt ready to give up his captaincy just yet. It had
all been a storm in a teacup a storm brought about by the exhilaration of shore
leave, perhaps, and the strange magic of The Lorelei and its crew.
I cant wait to get down there, said Jez, coming to sit beside Connor, dressed
in his wetsuit. Should be pretty special, huh?
Connor nodded. He was raring to go. Theyd been working on their breathing all
morning and he felt ready. It was called pranayama and was designed to slow your
heart rate before your descent. The slower your pulse, the further down you were
able to dive.
Bart came to join them. Kally wheeled her chair up alongside him.
Kalypso! cried Flynn from the stern. Can you come up here for a moment?
Kally shrugged and turned her chair around. No rest for the wicked! she said,
giving Bart a friendly punch before whizzing off up the deck.
She seems to have taken it really well, said Jez, zipping up his suit.
We had a good talk, Bart said. Well definitely keep in touch.
He sat down by his friends. Together, they prepared themselves for the dive. As
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Connor followed Joos precise instructions from the water, he could already feel
his pulse starting to slow. His body was perfectly calm, though he was aware that
deep at his core he was excited and fully adrenalised. The dive at Hell Bay was such
a cool way to finish their weekend off!
He sat beside Jez and Bart, their flippered feet dangling over the edge of the
boat. Beneath them in the water, two of the fishtails Loic and Musimu had
swum down to the ocean floor to fix a weighted line.
How deep is it? Bart asked, as Loic surfaced.
You dont need to know that, Loic replied, smiling. This isnt about going
deep. Its about discovering the water in a new way discovering yourself in a new
way.
Hes right, said Joo. The most important thing is to keep your body and
mind relaxed at all times. Dont push yourself to swim down too fast. Take it nice
and slow to maximise your oxygen supply. Just follow the rope. Well be close by.
Joo nodded his head. OK, one at a time first Connor, then Jez, then Bart.
Connor looked at his comrades. Each extended their right arm and they touched
hands in a fist.
One for all and all for one!
OK, called Bart. Were coming.
Connor slipped on his mask and duck-dived into the water. As he hit the water,
he looked back up to see Jez jumping down to join him. But then he noticed Flynn
come over to Bart. He said something Connor couldnt hear.
Bart called down to him. Im just gonna help Flynn with the mainsail. You guys
start without me. Ill follow you in a jiffy.
Connor gave him the thumbs-up. Suddenly, a shaft of sunlight fell on a circle of
water in front of him. To his amazement, he could see Graces face. Her eyes were
fixed upon him intently as she spoke.
Danger. Underwater.
This was getting silly. It wasnt Grace. It couldnt be. It was just his nerves
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getting the better of him. Hed be fine. He knew it. Joo, Loic and Musimu were
there to help him. There was nothing to fear. He had to keep calm. Once more, he
repeated the breaths in and out.
His flippers disturbed the surface of the water and the image of Grace
disappeared. Connor shook his head to clear it, then spat into his mask and wiped
it clean. He slipped it over his face, then dived down into the water, finding the top
of the weighted line.
Thats it, Connor, came Joos reassuring voice. Take your time. Melt into the
water.
Connor no longer found it strange that he could hear Joos voice underwater.
All he knew was that its tone was incredibly calming. He found himself easing into
a natural rhythm. He reached his arms along the rope, heading down. As his body
relaxed, everything felt different. He could feel the slow but regular thud of his
heart and every muscle from the top of his head down to his toes as if he truly
was at one with the water. Perhaps this was something close to what it felt like to
be a fishtail.
Well done! said Joo encouragingly at his side. If you want to let go of the
line now, you can.
Connor looked at his hands on the rope, just above the weight. There was no
time to dither. He released his hands and swam a few strokes. Joo drew up
alongside him. Very good, he said. Your lung capacity is unusually strong.
They must be deeper than twenty metres now. The waters here were bluer than
ever. A stingray was serenely floating just ahead of his nose.
Stay calm, said Joo. She wont do you any harm. You belong here now, just
as much as she does.
Together, they observed the rare grace of the stingray. Connor felt as if hed
been granted access to a new world. It was amazing to think that hed spent all
these weeks above the surface of this very ocean. Up there was only half the story.
Suddenly, he felt a pressure in his lungs. He frowned. He didnt want this to end.
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Not yet. Instantly, Joo was at his side. Its OK, Connor. Its nothing to worry
about.
Thats easy for you to say, thought Connor. His head was pulsing with warning
signals.
Just another metre or two, urged Joo. You can do it! Youre nearly at the
ocean floor.
Connor hesitated. They said that the body was sometimes stronger than the
mind gave it credit for.
Concentrate on your breath, Joo said in his soothing tones. Think how good
youll feel when you reach the bottom!
Connor saw a bright yellow shoal of clownfish sweep past him. He couldnt stop
now. He reached down the line, pulling himself deeper.
Thats it, Connor, said Joo, encouragingly. Just another couple of metres.
Out of the corner of his eye, Connor saw that Loic had come to join them. Was
everything OK? Shouldnt Loic be with Jez? Or had Jez gone back up already?
Perhaps his lung capacity wasnt as strong as Connors.
Its all right, Joo said, sensing his anxiety. Everythings fine, Connor. Dont
stop now!
But Connor suddenly sensed everything was not fine. Even before he saw Jez
his eyes shut, his body limp being carried still deeper by Musimu. As he
registered the sight, Connor felt hands firmly grip him on either side, forcing him
down.
Come on, Connor, said Joo, in the same steady voice. Do you want to go
deep ... or do you want to go dead deep?
Suddenly Connor saw the ocean floor. But any sense of achievement he might
have had was overcome by a cold flood of fear. The fishtails hadnt brought him
and Jez down here to perfect their dive technique they had brought them here to
remove any obstacles to Bart staying on The Lorelei. They had brought them here to
kill them! Did they really need a new captain that badly?
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But the plan was fatally flawed. Bart wasnt stupid. He wouldnt stay with Kally if
he knew the fishtails had murdered his best friends. Only it wouldnt seem like
murder, would it? It would just be a terrible accident. Connor could imagine how
convincingly Joo would break the news his sad eyes wet with tears as he told
how, in spite of his and Loics pleas, Connor and Jez had overstretched themselves
...
Connors heart started to race the very last thing he could afford at this point.
He felt the pressure of Joo and Loics hands on his shoulders. Ahead of him, on
the ocean floor, lay an ominous sight a skeleton, a circle of chains and, in the
dead mariners hands, a rusting sword.
Look! Joo said with a laugh. Youre not the first pirate to reach the ocean
floor!
Connor received the words with horror, finally realising the depths of Joaos
betrayal.
It didnt have to end like this, Joo said, as though reading Connors
thoughts.You could have just let him go. You dont need another pirate. But we
wont survive without another captain.
So youre going to kill for one? Connor wanted to speak, but opening his mouth now
would only speed up his death. Instead, he just shook his head slowly, hoping that
Joo could see the hate in his eyes.
Dont look at me like that, said Joo. Im only doing my best for my
crewmates. Just like you would for yours. He smiled. One for all
And all for one! added Loic. The two fishtails chuckled. It was a horrible
sound.
Connors eyes were half closed now. He had managed to slow his breath, in spite
of his terror, but there was a limit to how long he could survive.
Hes losing his air, Loic said. Leave him. The job is done. We have our new
captain.
Its a shame really. Connor heard Joos receding voice. He was kind of a fun
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guy. The other one too. And it was good to have some decent opposition at
cards.
As Connors eyes embraced the darkness, he felt his back bump against the
seabed. Suddenly it was deadly quiet. The fishtails had swum off, perhaps to check
on Jez. Connor thought of his buddy. Was Jez hanging on in there or had he
succumbed to the worst already? Connor tried to shut out the fear for a moment.
Not for the first time in his life, he found himself facing death underwater.
Cheng Li, the pirate whod saved him from drowning then, had told him it was a
gentle way to die, but he didnt plan on sticking around to find out whether she
was right. Thinking about Cheng Li gave him an extra surge of energy. She was a
fighter she wouldnt give up. Not even under these circumstances. He could
imagine her talking to him now. Did I rescue you, boy, only to have you drown once more, at
the hands of mermaids?
He opened his eyes and found himself face to face with the skeletal remains of
the dead pirate. His eyes fell to the rusting sword held loosely within the skeletons
fingers. Ill just borrow that, he said to himself, reaching out for the hilt.
Grabbing it from the skeletons clutches was easy as if the dead sailor was
lending him a hand from beyond the grave. Now the hard work began. Moving the
sword through the water was far from easy. It took an extreme effort and Connor
knew that he had little strength left. The only possible way to get back to the
surface alive was to conserve his energy, to keep hold of his breath for as long as
he could.
With a grim sense of determination he began swimming, the sword gripped
tightly in his right hand.
Loic stopped his ascent and turned to watch Connor struggle up from the sea-
floor.
Hes certainly got stamina, Connor heard Joo say.
Joos sneering tone gave Connor even more determination. The fishtails were
swimming back towards him now, but they were in for a surprise. As Loic homed
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in on him, Connor pulled the immense weight of the sword through the water.
But he was too slow. Loic laughed and easily swerved out of danger. Let the
pirate swim with his rusty sword, he sneered. Itll sink him before it saves him.
Connor wanted to cry out in frustration. He had no fight left, and almost no
breath. With or without the sword, hed never make it. He was going to die. Here,
in this pirates boneyard. He thought of Grace. Shed tried to warn him and he
hadnt listened, hadnt taken heed. Now, hed never see her again.
Suddenly the waters around him bubbled, then revealed the shape of another
diver. Slowly, a familiar face came into focus. It was Bart! He had come to rescue
him!
With an encouraging smile, Bart grabbed the sword from Connors hands. He
propelled himself forwards fast, lifted the sword and sliced through Joos tail.
There was an ear-piercing scream. Then the waters filled with dark blood. And
then, all hell broke loose.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN
End Of
At Joos anguished cries, the other fishtails swam to his aid. The sword had sliced
through the tip of his tail and he was rapidly losing a terrible amount of blood. It
flooded the water like red smoke.
Bart grabbed Connor and, letting the bloodied sword drop to the ocean floor,
began to swim powerfully up, past the fishtails and into clearer water.
Beneath him, the sword floated slowly back into the hands of the skeleton pirate.
The fishtails circled around Joo as his truncated tail flapped out of control. Its
trail of blood acted as a clarion call to a trio of hammerhead sharks swimming
close by. Scenting a kill, they swam into the heart of the red mist, their hunger fully
roused.
Some of the fishtails fled to the surface at once, but Loic and Musimu stayed on,
holding their bleeding comrade between them, frozen with indecision.
The sharks closed in fast, their teeth sharp and merciless. They didnt stop to
consider the unusual shapes of the fish they attacked. Loic and Musimu could only
save themselves. At last, theyreleased Joos limp body to the rapacious
jaws.Above them, Bart swam strongly towards the surface, wondering how much
time he had before Connors breath finally gave out. Jez was surely already dead.
He couldnt dwell on this thought. Instead, he focused solely on his and Connors
survival and powered on. His own air supply was weakening, but he wouldnt give
up. He owed his buddies.
Below him, the sharks had made light work of their first prey. Now they circled
Loic and Musimu thoughtfully, as a new predator swam forward to join them.
Nature has a hierarchy and, just as hagfish give way to sharks, so the hammerheads
gave way to the newcomer.
Sidorio swam closer, registering the confusion in Loic and Musimus eyes as he
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approached. He knew what they were thinking. How could a man come to be here? And
why did the sharks not attack him? But, like them, Sidorio was neither man nor fish. As
they would find out soon enough.
The waters were thick with Joos blood now. The scent of it overcame Sidorio
and, before the fishtails horrified eyes, he changed. His pupils became pits of fire,
no remnant of humanity left in them. And, when he opened his mouth, his two
gold fangs seemed as alarming as a whole row of sharks teeth.
There was no possibility of escape.
Bart heard the distant screams as his head finally broke the surface and he felt the
breeze on his face. He pulled Connor up alongside him he was still unconscious.
He had to get him back onto the boat. Bart looked up towards The Lorelei. Two
people were staring down at him.
Help us up! Bart rasped, barely able to speak.
Neither Kally nor Flynn moved. It was as if they hadnt heard him.
Come ON! Bart pleaded. Joo is dead, Loic and Musimu too. There are
sharks down there. Help us up!
Still Kally and Flynn remained motionless.
Please! Bart cried. Connors unconscious and I cant find Jez. Please! I was
prepared to give up everything for you. I still could. If you have any humanity at
all, please let us up onto the boat.
Even now, Kally and Flynn did nothing. Perhaps they were too shocked by what
had happened. Perhaps he was simply no longer of use to them.
Turn around. The voice was only a whisper, but Bart turned and found a
small boat had drawn up behind him.
A pair of gloved hands reached out to him. Bart drew on all his strength as he
lifted Connor forward. The hands helped pull Connor out of the water and into
the small dinghy. Bart made the mistake of looking down, and saw a spiral of
blood rising up through the water. He felt a fin brush past his feet ... But then the
hands reached out once more and, at last, he too was safely inside the boat.
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Bart looked up, gratefully, towards his saviour but the face was entirely hidden
by a dark mask.
You are tired, friend, came the whisper again. You fought so well but now you must
rest.
Who are you? Bart asked. He did feel immensely tired and his eyelids were
already half closed.
His rescuer did not reply; simply turned and took up the oars. As he did so, Bart
spotted another passenger by his feet.
Jez! he exclaimed.
He is sleeping now, said the mysterious ferryman. So is Connor. And now, so too
must you. Well meet again in time, Bart. I owe you a debt of thanks.
How does he know our names? thought Bart, searching the mask for clues. But there
was nothing. No longer able to stave off the deep tiredness, he slumped back
against the side of the boat and closed his eyes. He fell instantly asleep.
Safe now, said the masked boatman, as he steered the boat swiftly away from
Hell Bay.

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CHAPTER TWELVE
Surfacing
Connor opened his eyes and found himself staring up into the blinding lights of
Calle del Marinero.
He was lying on the deck of the small light-boat. His head felt foggy and, as he
twisted to his side and found Bart and Jez lying beside him, a sharp pain seared
through his skull. His groans woke the others.
Where are we? asked Bart, completely disorientated.
Calle del Marinero, said Connor.
What day is it? asked Jez.
Never mind that, said Bart. Why are we only wearing underwear? Where have
all our clothes gone?
It was a good question but, as hard as he tried to think back, Connor couldnt
remember.
Barts face suddenly turned a livid shade of green. I think Im going to throw up
now, he said quite calmly, leaning over the side of the boat.
Connor grinned and shook his head. Ouch! He must remember not to do that
again in a hurry.
Thats better! said Bart, wiping his mouth clean.
Charming, said Jez.
Connor managed to heave himself up into a sitting position. As he did so, he
saw that, in the distance, a familiar ship was approaching the floating city. Its The
Diablo, Connor said. Theyve come to pick us up!
Already? said Bart.
Must be Sunday night, then, said Jez.
I suppose so, said Connor. Do either of you remember exactly how we spent
our shore leave?
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Jez shook his head. Bart looked equally dumbstruck. Then he broke into a smile.
That must have been some shore leave, eh? For us to be half-naked and not
remember a thing!
I guess, Connor said. Suddenly, he noticed something. Look, he said, with a
smile. I got a tattoo. He held out the inside of his forearm. There was a picture
of three cutlasses, their hilts intertwined. Beneath the artwork, his skin was red and
tender but, that aside, it looked good!
Bart and Jez extended their own arms.
Hey, said Bart. Look, we all got one!
Theyre exactly the same! said Jez, examining his forearm.
Well almost exactly, Connor said. Look, Barts got an extra bit on his. Just
below the swords.
The others looked more closely.
Hes right, said Bart. What is that?
Its a letter, Jez said. The letter K.
Bart looked at it, puzzled. Why K?
Jez shook his head. Search me!
I dont know either, Connor said. It was a mystery. Its a cool tattoo though,
isnt it?
Jez grinned. Its a souvenir of The Three Buccaneers first shore leave
together!
Lets hope we remember more of the next one, eh? said Bart. By the way,
does anyone elses head feel like its being split open like a clam?
Yes! cried Jez and Connor simultaneously.
One for all ... said Bart softly.
And all for one! answered the others in little more than a whisper.
The Diablo had come into its mooring just a little further out in the bay. It would
be easier to steer the light boat towards it than for the larger ship come closer into
the harbour.
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Bart unfastened the ropes tying the small boat to its mooring, and cast them off.
Connor took up the tiller once more. As he turned to take a last look at Calle del
Marinero, the pain in his head suddenly intensified. He shut his eyes, just for a
second. In that moment, a strange jumble of images raced through his mind. A
dingy bar. Two hands locked together. Wheels. A beautiful ship.Playing cards. Graces face.
Danger. Underwater. The face of a girl. The flap of a tail. Magic. Underwater. A sting ray. A
shoal of yellow fish. And then... darkness.
He opened his eyes again, trying to keep hold of the images but unable to. They
were replaced by Barts grin.
Heres a little tip for you, buddy. You might find it easier to steer a straight
course with your eyes open. Bart shrugged. Just a thought.
Connor took hold of the tiller and set his course towards The Diablo. His first,
mysterious, shore leave was officially over.
Out in the ocean, a sleek windjammer drifts in the darkness.
Sidorio surveys the deck of The Lorelei. The surviving fishtails sit slumped in their
chairs. They look weak and wretched. Blood drips from more than one of their
oilskins.
Now, Sidorio says. I heard word you needed a new captain and, lucky you,
Im available to take up the post right away.
He is unfazed by the looks of contempt emanating from Kally, Teahan, Lika and
the other survivors. Contempt is just one step away from respect in Sidorios book.
He smiles.
I was impressed with you lot today, he says. I can see you could be quite a
tricky bunch if you raise your game just a notch. You have a few nifty moves. Nice
appetite for violence, too. We can work on that, crank it up to the next level.
He turns, seeing Flynn hobble along the deck towards him a broken man.
Sidorio shakes his head. I dont think well have much need of you, though,
Grandpa. Not in the new scheme of things. He chuckles. You make yourself
comfortable and well work out what we do with you later.
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Sidorio looks at the rest of them. He can sense he has their full and undivided
attention now. They are petrified of him. Just the way he likes it.
This is the beginning of a new journey. It is an invigorating thought. After all
these years at sea these endless years Sidorios true voyage is at last ready to
begin. Its as if he has woken from the deepest of sleeps. As if he has swum up
from the darkest of depths. And before he rests again, everyone who navigates the
oceans will know
his name. Know it, respect it, fear it. There is much work to be done.

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